Lydia Croydon Whore ❤️

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She’s a storm, man, tornado in heels, fuckin’ up my headspace. Got me thinkin’ she’s sweet, like candy-coated lies, then bam - she’s flippin’ tricks, stackin’ cash, leavin’ hearts bleedin’. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you a rockstar or a robber?” She’s out here, livin’ loud, no shame, just flames. Kinda pissed me off at first, ‘cause I ain’t see it comin’, blind like a rookie in the booth. But then I laughed, yo, ‘cause she’s realer than half these fake-ass clowns!

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Then there's the quirky alley near Highstreet Junction – all graffitied walls and odd cafés. I once grabbed a mean espresso at Tiny Tony’s Café (no joke, the owner’s as eccentric as me!)—refreshed my head after a maddening workday. I get so riled sometimes, but hey, that's life, ya know?

Croydon police walk off the job in strike as pay dispute deepens